For many years I wanted more children. My ideal picture would have been four children all very close in age.
But of course that didn’t happen because another pregnancy could be dangerous for me. When I was pregnant with my last one, I had a hidden rupture and was in hospital from 27 weeks onwards. At 34+0 the doctor made the decision to not wait any longer and so Cash was born.
The risk that this happens again is there, but the longer one waits the better the chances to carry the baby to term… and Cash was born almost 7 years ago.
So there I was, finally getting to terms of not having more children. I was single and thought I will be for a very long time but fate had other things in mind.
Now that I am so deeply, madly, crazy in love I am back to square one. I look at my boyfriend and know I want to have his baby!
Like a good girl does, I am taking my prenatal medication in the hope I still have some eggs left and dream about what could be, even already decided on baby names. Mental, I know, I know!
I am much older now. I had my firstborn when I was 22. Back then I said “I won’t have children after 30”! Now I am 41, am relaxed as someone can be and know what and what not to do when it comes to pregnancy and raising children. I don’t feel like I am too old to do this again.
Do I look forward in getting bigger and suffering from morning sickness and being tired all day long? Of course not!
But I am looking forward to bring new beautiful life into this world!
Of course I don’t consider me a pro but I am doing the best I can.
I am excited and hopeful and am looking forward to the future…